Chilling To You But Not To Me

Some people get creeped out at sensing the presence of Spirits.  Some people get creeped out at ghosts, dark demons and those masquerading as Angels.  I have always seen, heard and felt unexplained things; some had become my friends.  The activity increased after my mother passed away.  I was able to peek through the veil and see orbs, ectoplasm, ghosts, those who many people consider Angels, deceased family members, demons, and other bizarre things.  I have never been textbook afraid of the normal things people would run from; there was more of a “knowing” associated with them.  Some people get creeped out about OBEs.  I must admit, as a child I knew I had them but I didn’t want to remember them.  The stories I heard of people bumping into the ceiling and looking at themselves were upsetting to me – I thought it was so sad, to be caught between two worlds like that – to be stuck in some kind of weird place at the crossroads for even a few seconds was a scary and confusing thought.  I didn’t want to experience that end of spirituality.

Astral Projection – I have had two episodes so far.   One happened after a Spirit Friend (who I did not know was a Friend) died.  While sitting in a chair I went to a place of sorrow.  That place was her funeral – miles away from my home in New York!  The other one happened when my Twin Flame told me to look in the mirror and move my hair around (/?) while standing.  After I did that, I was able to visit with him for what seemed to be a few seconds.  I then snatched myself out of that place.  Again, I wasn’t textbook scared though there was a sense of “going too far” or “doing too much.”  On both occasions, after I snapped out of the projections, I went about my life as if nothing major went down.  I guess I was used to repressing everything.  I did not understand the significance until years later, when I decided to stop repressing everything.

The NDE (Near Death Experience) – Over six years ago, I built a trauma wall around the car accident; repressed the NDE, but with the help of Archangel Azrael, I was able to dig it up six months later.  The reason I called on Archangel Azrael was that I knew something happened after the accident; I had started to have nightmares about it.  One day while sitting on the couch, I don’t know if it’s called a vision, projection, lucid dream, I don’t know, but I saw myself “floating in the Void.”  Some would get scared, but truth be told, I was rather excited about it.

The Demon Lady and the Violet Flame – Once while sitting at the computer (at around 3:00 AM), I heard something trying to claw its way in my house.  I paid no attention because at the time, I had the Bubble of Protection, a White Light.  I felt invincible, as if nothing could ever happen to me during that time – although I had no idea what a White Light was at the time.  Nobody had ever told me anything about it, I just sensed its power.  Anyway, I heard my Twin Flame’s voice warn me, told me to go in my room and pray.  I did not move.  In fact, I told him that I wanted to finish what I was doing on the computer first.  He warned me a few more times; however, I didn’t move until I heard the “thing” coming in the house.  I jumped up and flew down the hallway.  I heard the thing running behind me – got the feeling that it was a mad demon woman, reptilian or something.  As soon as I closed the door, a vision of an Angel standing outside my bedroom door appeared, and then I heard the woman turn around and walk away.  My heart was beating very fast.  I had never been so scared!  I did some ritual, sat on the bed and saw a violet flame appear over my head.  I saw it out of my third eye.  Afterwards, I went to sleep.  When I woke up hours later, everything was back to normal.  The kids wanted breakfast, people were leaving for work, doing whatever they do.  For a long time I wondered, what would have happened if my Spirit Friends were not there?  What would have happened if the demon lady had caught up with me?  What would have happened if my Twin Flame didn’t care (or wasn’t strong enough) to ward off the thing, giving me enough time to get to my room and slam the door?  What if I didn’t have the White Light or the Violet Flame?  I try not to give into fear, especially since I know that there are Beings that feed off that fear, also the emotion of fear does not come from God.  I know now that I have to transmute whatever fear I feel into Love.

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Daydreams & Nightmares of August 31, 2008

I believed what God showed me, what He told me.  I believe in the troops He sent forth to help me through the daydreams and nightmares of August 31, 2008.  I had never gone through a loss so tremendous.  My mother.  Before that day, I thought the dreaded heartache was a fictional Being, just a con-corny figure of speech.  That night, on the night of August 31, 2008, I literally had the craziest heartache – a real heartache!  Literal pains.  Not only that, but when Momma left this Earth, I held on.  I held on so tight that my Soul broke apart.  There was a Void.  The Angel of Death used his tools to reset the root.  All kinds of repressed memories popped up.  I had no choice but to pick them.  I spent years picking through gold and rotten fruit.

I felt ragged, as if I’d been in a fight with Azrael, the cosmos, other universes, and I lost big time.  My heart chakra went psychedelic; my third eye kicked the Crown wide open.  Its white light materialized and encased me in a bubble.  During that Era of Protection, Evil couldn’t corrupt the flow of info.  Evil couldn’t understand the alien gibberish – but I could.  I started to see things, feel things straight out of my “subconscious” mind.  They filled my empty Soul with purple liquid and I, I stumbled down a crossbred path.  I started on a Spiritual Journey.  I’m still on it.  I feel alone though there are many wonderful things to do here, a colorful world to explore.  I know Momma and the troops are cheering.  And Azrael, he’s a nice guy.  He checked on me after my pitch black NDE – a trip to Third Nirvana – and I thank him in the deep.

I can hear so many of my Spirit Friends – laughing, singing, and cracking jokes.  I know they’re with me.  I know the Spirit lives on; however, that delicate scrap of air does not faze me in the 3D, this virtual reality.  Its vibrations are so thick, so slow, and so dense…

I’ll always pine for Momma’s face, her voice, her cooking, her mothering.  After a brief episode of stagnancy and a long time searching inward, I’ve somehow found the strength to pick more golden fruit.  The daydreams and nightmares of August 31, 2008 have pacified.